Looking at his aniki that he hadn't seen for a year, he found him familiar yet unfamiliar. His general features are still there, but it is somehow different this time.
His presence is overwhelming this time. If he's in a sea of people, they would definitely give way for such an existence. His already perfect appearance is further emphasized, making everyone dazed when they look at him. Be it confusion, awe, or infatuation, their minds would be temporarily occupied by him.
What's more, his carefree look turned into one full of wisdom. From his eyes, his vast amount of knowledge can be deduced. Yet, he exudes an aura of youthfulness, not one out of vicissitudes.
'Eh?'
With his [Pancosmic Loner], he can feel that even the world itself is being bias to him! One has to know that the world's textures are severely restricted by the Reality Marble known as [The World]. It is the main reason as to why Emiya Shirou couldn't project weapons with 100% similarity, and also why using [Reality Marbles] is dubbed as "rewriting reality itself".
In a sense, they are overlaying the world's texture with their own world.
Although, it is different with Shiro's current state. If he wills it, he wouldn't encounter such restrictions. In some cases, he would even be supported by it!
"It's been quite a while." Shiro said as he looked at Shinji.
"Aniki still hasn't changed. You're the only one who can pinpoint my presence in a single dialogue."
Shiro smiled and replied, "Let's call intuition. Anyways, it seems that you've brought company."
Behind him, Medusa went out of her spirit form. While she doesn't have any weapons, Shiro can detect the potential bloodlust that she'd acquired during the long years of killing humans. That is, before Perseus came and slayed her.
"I will be explaining what you want to hear, but don't wake her up." Shiro calmly said as he rearranged her slightly messy hair in her forehead.
"Right, Shinji-kun can stay."
Hearing this, Shinji stood still in his place. Then, he made a relieved expression as he said:
"Well... I wanted to know how you handle this matter, aniki."
Shiro's eyebrows rose as he speculated what Shinji had gone through in the time he wasn't there. To be honest, he is already handsome with his seaweed hair; more so when he got rid of it and replaced his pathetic and egoistic appearance with a confident and determined one.
"Sigh..."
Shiro recalled his previous memories. Each of them are mixed, varying from one when he drowned in despair to the wholesome and relaxing ones. Of course, there are also those parts where he is "fighting" with his wives in the bedroom.
Truly, having Akagi and Nimi as his fight are contrasting experiences. The former is a (crazy) woman who readily accepted you (and looked forward to this the most) while the latter is a shy girl that made his experience awkward, but memorable nonetheless.
"Looking back, she's just as crazy as her..." He began telling their story. "Back then, Euryale suddenly appeared on my kitchen when I was cooking our lunch."
""???""
Both of the listeners are confounded for a moment. They had never expected that things would start off in this manner...
"She literally was berserk at that time. You know, unstoppable tears and reddened eyes while saying 'I WILL KILL YOU! YOU PRETENTIOUS BASTARDS!' It should be that time when you got killed."
Medusa froze upon hearing it. Remembering that moment when she became a monster and devoured her sisters, she felt depressed. Thoughts of her not being worthy of enjoying this short second life arose, but it paused as she realized something.
"Wait. How is she... alive?" She asked.
"It's quite complicated to explain, but the short version is that her [Divine Core] miraculously worked and revived her, albeit in a different world."
...
"Hm~"
Fenrir, or Leo, is humming while he cooked their lunch. This time, it is a Dragon King's steak, something that is nigh-impossible to get due to them being the rulers of the entire Dragon Race.
Too bad for it, he offended the wrong guy.
Crack-!
Suddenly, he sensed the laws of reality distort. This earned his intrigue as his world is a place that shouldn't be messed with. He multitasked and paid attention to the steak and the cause of this disturbance at the same time. She sat down on the floor as she blankly stared at his direction.
A peerless girl with a pair of twintails greeted his sight. Her eyes are dazed and befuddled, unable to comprehend what happened to her at that moment. Though, her tears hadn't stopped falling as she was still immersed in the sorrow that she's feeling.
Even when she and her sister was devoured, she could faintly see what was happening in Medusa's perspective. The link that was only shared between her and Stheno applied to Medusa, who turned into Gorgon.
It was due to this that she knew of her sister's end; Perseus' slaying of her while he was supported by the gods.
Looking back, she came to a realization that all of this started due to Athena's jealousy to them. That, and Poseidon's affection led to their lives going downhill until they met their ends.
"I WILL KILL YOU! YOU PRETENTIOUS BASTARDS..!"
Rage overtook her rationality as she felt that she'd wanted to destroy everything. Alas, her power is pitifully weak—a flower vase, to be exact.
Her [Divine Core], while providing her with a perfect and unsullied body, ends there. It doesn't provide her with any combat power whatsoever, being akin to a NEET together with Stheno when they lived in the Shapeless Isle.
Feeling powerless, her range subsided and her mind started to clear up. Then, she was surprised to realize that she's inside an unknown kitchen together with a man...
Scratch that.
Seeing his canine ears, she realized that the man in front of her is a Phantasmal Species. His crimson eyes silently stared at her with a hint of interest.
"Care to tell your name, miss?"
She was surprised by the sudden question of his. Though, perhaps it is because of this absurdity did she answer him absent-mindedly.
"...Euryale."
"Euryale... It's quite familiar..." Fenrir mumbled as he placed the cooked steak in the white plate. "Oh wait, I do remember that name. But, you don't look similar to her."
"Excuse me..?"
"I mean... Those pitiful sisters are the exiled ones. Though, the Euryale that I know is immortal... and also a monstrosity. You look more like a stunning beauty, to be honest."
"Ah?"
Looking at his aniki that he hadn't seen for a year, he found him familiar yet unfamiliar. His general features are still there, but it is somehow different this time.
His presence is overwhelming this time. If he's in a sea of people, they would definitely give way for such an existence. His already perfect appearance is further emphasized, making everyone dazed when they look at him. Be it confusion, awe, or infatuation, their minds would be temporarily occupied by him.
What's more, his carefree look turned into one full of wisdom. From his eyes, his vast amount of knowledge can be deduced. Yet, he exudes an aura of youthfulness, not one out of vicissitudes.
'Eh?'
With his [Pancosmic Loner], he can feel that even the world itself is being bias to him! One has to know that the world's textures are severely restricted by the Reality Marble known as [The World]. It is the main reason as to why Emiya Shirou couldn't project weapons with 100% similarity, and also why using [Reality Marbles] is dubbed as "rewriting reality itself".
In a sense, they are overlaying the world's texture with their own world.
Although, it is different with Shiro's current state. If he wills it, he wouldn't encounter such restrictions. In some cases, he would even be supported by it!
"It's been quite a while." Shiro said as he looked at Shinji.
"Aniki still hasn't changed. You're the only one who can pinpoint my presence in a single dialogue."
Shiro smiled and replied, "Let's call intuition. Anyways, it seems that you've brought company."
Behind him, Medusa went out of her spirit form. While she doesn't have any weapons, Shiro can detect the potential bloodlust that she'd acquired during the long years of killing humans. That is, before Perseus came and slayed her.
"I will be explaining what you want to hear, but don't wake her up." Shiro calmly said as he rearranged her slightly messy hair in her forehead.
"Right, Shinji-kun can stay."
Hearing this, Shinji stood still in his place. Then, he made a relieved expression as he said:
"Well... I wanted to know how you handle this matter, aniki."
Shiro's eyebrows rose as he speculated what Shinji had gone through in the time he wasn't there. To be honest, he is already handsome with his seaweed hair; more so when he got rid of it and replaced his pathetic and egoistic appearance with a confident and determined one.
"Sigh..."
Shiro recalled his previous memories. Each of them are mixed, varying from one when he drowned in despair to the wholesome and relaxing ones. Of course, there are also those parts where he is "fighting" with his wives in the bedroom.
Truly, having Akagi and Nimi as his fight are contrasting experiences. The former is a (crazy) woman who readily accepted you (and looked forward to this the most) while the latter is a shy girl that made his experience awkward, but memorable nonetheless.
"Looking back, she's just as crazy as her..." He began telling their story. "Back then, Euryale suddenly appeared on my kitchen when I was cooking our lunch."
""???""
Both of the listeners are confounded for a moment. They had never expected that things would start off in this manner...
"She literally was berserk at that time. You know, unstoppable tears and reddened eyes while saying 'I WILL KILL YOU! YOU PRETENTIOUS BASTARDS!' It should be that time when you got killed."
Medusa froze upon hearing it. Remembering that moment when she became a monster and devoured her sisters, she felt depressed. Thoughts of her not being worthy of enjoying this short second life arose, but it paused as she realized something.
"Wait. How is she... alive?" She asked.
"It's quite complicated to explain, but the short version is that her [Divine Core] miraculously worked and revived her, albeit in a different world."
...
"Hm~"
Fenrir, or Leo, is humming while he cooked their lunch. This time, it is a Dragon King's steak, something that is nigh-impossible to get due to them being the rulers of the entire Dragon Race.
Too bad for it, he offended the wrong guy.
Crack-!
Suddenly, he sensed the laws of reality distort. This earned his intrigue as his world is a place that shouldn't be messed with. He multitasked and paid attention to the steak and the cause of this disturbance at the same time. She sat down on the floor as she blankly stared at his direction.
A peerless girl with a pair of twintails greeted his sight. Her eyes are dazed and befuddled, unable to comprehend what happened to her at that moment. Though, her tears hadn't stopped falling as she was still immersed in the sorrow that she's feeling.
Even when she and her sister was devoured, she could faintly see what was happening in Medusa's perspective. The link that was only shared between her and Stheno applied to Medusa, who turned into Gorgon.
It was due to this that she knew of her sister's end; Perseus' slaying of her while he was supported by the gods.
Looking back, she came to a realization that all of this started due to Athena's jealousy to them. That, and Poseidon's affection led to their lives going downhill until they met their ends.
"I WILL KILL YOU! YOU PRETENTIOUS BASTARDS..!"
Rage overtook her rationality as she felt that she'd wanted to destroy everything. Alas, her power is pitifully weak—a flower vase, to be exact.
Her [Divine Core], while providing her with a perfect and unsullied body, ends there. It doesn't provide her with any combat power whatsoever, being akin to a NEET together with Stheno when they lived in the Shapeless Isle.
Feeling powerless, her range subsided and her mind started to clear up. Then, she was surprised to realize that she's inside an unknown kitchen together with a man...
Scratch that.
Seeing his canine ears, she realized that the man in front of her is a Phantasmal Species. His crimson eyes silently stared at her with a hint of interest.
"Care to tell your name, miss?"
She was surprised by the sudden question of his. Though, perhaps it is because of this absurdity did she answer him absent-mindedly.
"...Euryale."
"Euryale... It's quite familiar..." Fenrir mumbled as he placed the cooked steak in the white plate. "Oh wait, I do remember that name. But, you don't look similar to her."
"Excuse me..?"
"I mean... Those pitiful sisters are the exiled ones. Though, the Euryale that I know is immortal... and also a monstrosity. You look more like a stunning beauty, to be honest."
"Ah?"
